She snarls, silently. Something about Siffleur aggravates her in a way she has a hard time putting her finger on. He makes her feel stupid, and she's not a stupid person. She's pretty sure she's not a stupid person. He is, she has to admit, better at explaining things than she is.

Why is the dumb cat more eloquent than she is?

"Humans are more like wolves than they're like cougars, usually. Wolves don't eat their own." She crunches through a chicken bone with probably more force than it needs. "Who likes being eaten? On purpose? That's... weird. You're weird."